I attended the 2010 Supanova Pop Culture Expo in Perth and had a chance to meet the stars and take some photos while doing media for the day. Stars in attendance were Summer Glau, Chaske Spencer, Dichen Lachman, Charisma Carpenter, Leah Gibson, Mark Lutz, Daniel Logan (who said “I’ll just call you beautiful”), Lou Ferrigno, Michael Winslow and Justin Randall. The only star I didn’t have a chance to meet was the gorgeous Eliza Dushku, I was late for her Q&A and she was busy doing VIP photos with fans for the rest of the day.

I also took a few socials of fans attending the event wearing some amazing and interesting costumes.

I’m told that next years event will be bigger and better, with the lovely Felicia Day hopefully flying down under for the 2011 Supanova. Fingers crossed.

Over the years I’ve amassed a decent amount of visitors and forged friendships with some amazing people. I’ve blogged about those who’ve helped and inspired me in previous entries, but I’ve never really thanked them. This is for you…

I hope you all enjoy these cyber heart cupcakes I prepared earlier.

Miss Yolie was our lovely pin-up model, she did a fantastic job modelling the sexy Red Dusk corsets and accessories. I used a basic set-up for lighting/backdrop and I’m quite happy with the results. I’m slowly sorting through the photos, but here are a few behind-the-scenes shots and a sneak preview of one of the photos featuring the divine My Little Show Pony corset.

“Is this cute?”

“Depends what you mean by cute,” he replied while rubbing the sheer material together to see if it was durable.

“Cute, like, good cute, not bad cute,” she said while trying to explain the definition of girl world cute.

“I guess it’s good cute, this part here, what do you call it?”

“The straps?”

“Yeah, they’re a bit, strappy,” he said with a serious stap talking look on his face.

“Strappy?”

“Umm, bad starappy?” he guessed.

“You’re right, it is bad strappy, but still cute.”

The man was confident with his girl translation achievement, he decided to wet his fashion palette more.

“This one is a bit small, you should get it in a bigger size for when you get fat.”

The entire store stopped and stared; jaws dropped, hangers crashed to the ground, a lady opened the change room door to visualise the guy who called his beloved fat…

Did he just say the F word?

“Pregnant fat! She’s pregnant! I’m buying her pregnant clothes, she’s not fat, she’s pretty and pregnant, good fat not bad fat!” he quickly explained to the entire store full of females hungrily waiting to defend their fellow vagina-card carrying sister.

Everyone laughed and put down pointed objects once the F word was explained in detail and awkwardness was averted. The sales girl wished them good luck as he proceeded to purchase a five bags of good cute clothing for his soon-to-be good fat beloved pregnant partner. It takes a brave man to patiently wait by while their significant other try on varies sizes, colours and types of the same dress to decide which is good cute and bad cute.

After some quick talking and social engineering, followed by Assassin’s Creeding through the crowd, I was given access to the Fremantle Port Authority building to shoot the departure and took some great photos on the roof. My only regret was that I didn’t format the CF card before shooting, leaving me with limited space, I missed a few good shots while deleting photos to make room. Lesson learnt.

She was indeed majestic, even a tad gorgeous, as she sailed into the sunset cheers of “aussie, aussie, aussie” from passengers abroad were followed by “oi, oi, oi” from the flag waving crowd on the docks who gathered to watch her depart.

View the rest of the photos I took on Flickr.

I’ve had never actually tried lawn bowling before. I watched everyone have a go and took some photos during the afternoon heat, then played a few games with Keg as the sun faded. Everyone kept advising me not to bounce my balls, but I found bouncing to actually help, not hinder, my bowling. Except that time I smashed the white ball into another universe.

Note: I wish this post was brought to you by Bawls, the perfect drink to keep you bouncing through your day or night, because it would tie-in nicely. I’m not that cool. Yet.

Last year we went to Kings Park for an afternoon of relaxing and playing in the park with friends. As always, my geeky friends and I were armed with laptops and cameras. As the sun went down my boyfriend and I took a few photos of Tahlia, the light was warm and perfect for a spontaneous photo shoot.

Happy 20th birthday, my gorgeous Tahlia. You’ve grown into a beautiful and wise woman that I shall cherish forever.

As I contemplating licking the ham pillow case I suddenly remembered I needed butternut pumpkin. I did a three point turn with the trolley and headed towards the fresh produce section to grab the last pumpkin. I was checking my list (twice, got to find out what food is naughty or nice) when I noticed a scruffy man with no shoes and a backpack, containing all his belongings, strung over his shoulder enjoying a few grapes. One of the junior stock boys noticed too. He scolded the shoeless man and waved his hands at him in an attempt to make him put down the grapes and move along. The shoeless man said sorry, that he hadn’t eaten in two days, and attempted to leave as the manager arrived. The junior stock boy looked very proud about his accomplishment of protecting the grapes. But the manager wasn’t pleased. He grabbed a bunch of grapes and handed them to the shoeless man. “On the house” he said with a friendly smile. A radiant smile appeared on the shoeless mans face, while a look of confusion appeared on the junior stock boys face. They both walked away, leaving the shoeless man alone with his grapes. Moments later the manager returned, handed the shoeless man a $30 gift card and said “Merry Christmas.” He thanked the generous manager, then proceeded to buy copious amounts of fresh food and other items.

As I looked around I noticed that everyone was far too busy with their last-minute Christmas eve shopping to notice what had just transpired. I received many gifts for Christmas, one of the most precious was to witness a gift given to someone who really needed it.

He’s the only person in the world who knows what ‘homp’ means.

All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go, I’ve had no sleep… something, something, something. It’s 1:50am, our alarms are set for 6:00am, and we (Devar, Antz and myself) have only just finished packing for the Southbound 2010 music, camping and arts festival.

For now, this minuscule blog update will have to suffice, I’ll upload any photos I take to Flickr and blog about my adventures down south upon my return. After I have shower and have a long nap.